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Updated: June 18, 2025
"Solomon, you sleek, hypocritical rascal," said he, "I do not forget you; read that paper; you will find at the bottom of it these words, on one side, 'sworn before me, this' no matter about the day signed 'Randal Deaker; and on the other, 'Susanna Bamet. Solomon, I could not die happily without this hit at you. Your hypocrisy is known, ha, ha, ha!
"Oh, damn it, Hartley, don't explode; I mean nothing offensive between us then, dropping the families," said Val, fawningly, for he saw the other's nostril begin to dilate "And, you cowardly hound, why should you drop the families," inquired Deaker, taking fire; "do you forget, sirra, who your father was?" "And do you forget, sirra," resumed Hartley, "who your mother is?"
He also thought it possible that Deaker, out of respect for his villany, might in some capricious moment have thought of rewarding it; and so probably he might have done, were it not for two traits in his character which his worthy father especially detested viz., cowardice and hypocrisy. Val, on his return home, found fewer carts than he had calculated upon even among his blood-hounds.
Somebody, old Deaker I think, once mentioned him to me in strong terms, and said he might become capable of being useful; and you know, Hickman, as well as I do, that every property circumstanced as mine is, requires a useful fellow of that particular description.
"Low born tyrant," she shouted, kneeling rapidly down and holding up her clasped hands, but not in supplication "low born, tyrant," she shouted, "stop; spawn of blasphemin' Deaker, stop bastard of the notorious Kate Clank, hould your hand? You see we know you and yours well. You were a bad son to a bad mother, and the curse of God will pursue you and yours, for that and your other villanies.
Three or four cars and carts were all that Val found at home on his arrival there a circumstance which, added to his recent disappointment touching Deaker from whom he had, in fact, to the last, cherished secret expectations inflamed his resentment against M'Loughlin almost beyond all conception.
"What could you expect," observed Poll Doolin, "from the son of Kate Clank and villainous ould Deaker?" M'Clutchy never raised his eye, but taking up his hat, he and Solomon, followed soon after by Darby, took their departure in silence; Solomon occasionally shrugging his shoulders and throwing up his eyes, like a persecuted man.
He had also introductions to M'Clutchy, M'Slime, Squire Deaker, M. Lucre, and several other prominent characters of the neighborhood.
Like his father, old Deaker, he was a furious Orangeman, of the true, loyal, and Ascendancy class drank the glorious, pious, and immortal memory every day after dinner was, in fact, master of an Orange Lodge, and altogether a man of that thorough, staunch, Protestant principle, which was then, as it has been since, prostituted to the worst purposes.
Deaker was lying a little raised, with an Orange silk night-cap on his head, embellished with a figure of King William on horseback. Three or four Orange pocket-handkerchiefs, each, owing to the excellent taste of the designer, with a similar decoration of his Majesty in the centre, lay about the bed, and upon a little table that stood near his head.
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